Mama always avoided beating me on parts of my body that could arouse suspicion. She usually aimed for my bare back and the back of my legs. I always wondered how exactly I made mama’s life miserable.
As humans, change is inevitable. No one wants you to pretend, or become an hypocrite. Neither will anyone tell you to sacrifice your happiness at another person’s altar. All they will want from you is just a sincere little effort at trying to change.
You’re invited for lunch at the expense of a friend or coworker. You’re famished. They ask you to order as you like it. So you do, according to the demands of your hunger. What could go wrong, right? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything.